Without the local library in my neighborhood, I don’t think I would have grown up to be a writer or a teacher.

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

By the way, there is nothing cute about a pink wheelchair. Pink doesn't change a thing.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

But I'll always love you, and I'll always miss you and I'll never forget that It's okay to put dragons in the jungle and tears on a tiger